before we begin the walk.
Her body is a coiled spring
the leash a live squirrel in her mouth.
She shakes and waggles and bounces.
Then we pass through the gate
and she's all business,
sniffing, peeing, heeling.
By the time we turn the last corner
she's acting her age,
doggedly making her way back
to food, water,
and the soft spot on the couch.
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